It came so fast, the iron chill as winter took a hold and shivering we huddled to hide from bitter cold Sometimes we would venture out for food or other things but mostly hibernation from the numb the winter brings
And so it stayed for several months this cocooned way of life Long Johns, hats and gloves and scarves whilst that bone chill was rife Yet through it all the hope remained a tiny spark yet still one bolstered by a promise that protected us from ill The promise of a warmth to come when white turns into green and life begins again from all the barren we have seen
©Jemverse
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